WOW.

Look what I did!

I went and wrote that chapter you asked for like... ok to long ago to mention.

So if any of you still care... here is chapter 4!

x R x

Sadness

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I think I love him... Noodle sighed, fresh tears rolling down her delicate cheeks as she sat up in her bed, wrapped in her duvet. The clock flashed 1:26am, but the guitarist wasn't tired at all. She sat with her legs tucked up to her chest and arms wrapped round, silently sobbing into her knees. Her small, slender face was stained with tears and her eyes stung; the skin red and raw from crying for so long. Her throat burned for water but she could still hear the TV blaring a midnight zombie flick; she'd have to wait until 2D went to bed before she could even consider leaving the safety of her room. He'd been trying to talk to her all evening but she'd ignored him and stayed silent so he eventually gave up.

The view out of Kong was, as ever, ominous and dark; the gloom hung over the graves and clouded the land fill; the smudge like figures of zombies writhing in the shadows just discernible. The sun hardly touched the studios; leaving the whole area as a barren, sodden wasteland, even in summer, when there was just unbearable stench and choking heat. Even the ashen and melancholy moon couldn't be seen through the formidable clouds and relentless rain that Kong seemed to constantly reside in.

Noodle sighed again, her eyes drifting away from the dreary window; the rain lashing against the pane in a grey blur depressing her further. Her gaze fell upon a half-empty packet of cigarettes she'd taken from 2D's room in frustration, when he'd been on the phone... with her. She'd done it randomly, just to annoy him, but now the cigarettes popping out of the open lid seemed to stare alluringly at her; the temptation niggling at her brain, and her eyes constantly being drawn back to them. Mou takusan! (That's enough!) No more stupid cigarettes! She proclaimed, reaching out and flinging the packet against the wall before collapsing onto her bed again. No more stupid 2D... But she faltered half-heartedly. Noodle cuddled back into her duvet and closed her eyes; her whole head throbbed from dehydration and her stomach felt hollow.

I just can't believe it. She thought. He chose her over me. Stella of all people! Shuddering she remembered how she'd always comment on how 'adorably cute' Noodle had been. And that was just two years ago. She had been 14 and still had to endure being undermined and treated like a six year old. Stella would coo at her Japanese accent and speak deliberately slowly to her, as if she still didn't understand English. Noodle had been right to be happy when Stella left suddenly; out of the blue one morning, taking her bleached hair and insults with her.

Angered by the memory, Noodle rose from her bed; I hate him! How can he do this to me! Just when things were going so well! It was just beginning, and so perfectly... She thought, rubbing her sore eyes; Oh, and Stella too. She hissed bitterly. It's all her fault. I don't think I can stand living with her again. I'm going to make 2D wish he'd never broken my heart. Or let her come back. I need to get rid of her, She thought, determined. Forever.

"Are yo sure yo're fine?" Russel questioned again, looking doubtful. "Yo been shut up in yo room for a real long time. It's already after lunch. Yo missed three meals!" The large man said; looking shocked that it was possible she was still alive.

"Hai! I'm fine. Wakaru deshou? (See?)" Noodle insisted, fingers drumming restlessly on the kitchen table.

"Please, baby girl. English." Russel said, immersed in his cooking, his broad back facing her.

"Gomennasai, I mean sorry." She replied. "I just felt sick earlier, that's all. I'm completely fine now."

" Well good. Now, yo want any food?" Russel asked. "I no yo ain't eaten since lunch. And tha' was yesterday. Yo must be starvin'." He exclaimed, pausing from his cooking for a moment to take her request.

"Un, a bit. Tea and noodles, onegai! (Please!)"

"How did I guess that's what yo mighta wanted?" He chuckled, his short, loud laughter booming around the kitchen. He turned around to the cooker.

"Um, Russel-san...?" she asked, pausing.

"Yes baby girl?" He grunted stirring the pan.

"Where is D?" She said with a slight edge of worry in her voice.

"Oh," he said darkly, a sour look fixed upon his face as he turned to Noodle with her tea in hand, "well, um, he's out." He sniffed. "With Stella."

Noodles heart sank, she was arriving so soon?

"He's picking her up at from the airport I think." He stared moodily out the window.

"You don't like Stella." Noodle stated, regaining a tiny bubble happiness at the fact someone else in the house disliked 2D's girlfriend so much.

Girlfriend. She thought, her happy bubble popping.

"No I don't, yo right." Russel looked sideways at her; he could read the question she was asking in her eyes. He turned round to pour the steaming noodles into a bowl. "She is nasty to yo and let's just say she has done other things that I don't approve of."

Noodle suddenly felt very young and naive. Sadness engulfed her and she took the bowl and the tea cup and left the room.

"Yo not eatin' here?" He asked.

"No, I prefer my room," she said with a smile as she left the kitchen, but Russel saw the misery brimming in her eyes. I hope it ain't just Stella who's makin' my baby girl so upset, he thought. Maybe it's those damn cigarettes. Stupid D, first that, now Stella...

Noodle slipped out of the door, careful not to spill her bowl or tea. Not that she felt like eating anything anymore. She turned the corner slowly just as Murdoc rushed past into the kitchen looking hungry for something. Not food, but beer or cigarettes. Or sex. Noodle thought glumly.

She was about to walk off when the woman she was trying to forget reached her ears once more.

"...Stella arriving? Not that I err, want to know or anything, it's just, well, I need to know if–"

Russel cut Murdoc off. "Don't yo try fool me Murdoc," his rumbling voice unusually quiet and angry. "I know exactly what yo be wantin' and I ain't gunna let yo ruin it for D again. Not that he knows why she left so quick last time."

Murdoc's casual air dropped suddenly into an ugly sour expression.

"Wouldn't want that to happen would we?" He said smiling wickedly, his voice slimy and dangerous.

Noodles eyes bulged and her crockery trembled slightly in her hands, what's this? Has Stella done something I don't know about? She turned her ear slightly nearer to the kitchen to hear better.

"Muds if you even lay one finger on that woman," his eyes flashed warningly at Murdoc, "let alone have sex with her again–"

Noodle gasped silently and almost dropped her dishes, only her ninja like self-control kept them from smashing to the ground. She walked away quickly and in shock.

It wasn't the kind of thing she enjoyed finding out but I have the perfect ammo against her now. She thought.

Noodle walked toward her room with a new, if only slight, spring in her step.

"'Wuss 'Wuss!" The bleach blonde woman cried, jumping into Russels bear like arms with a little too much gusto. He cringed away from her sharp talon like nails that protruded from each finger.

"Stella." He replied. It said enough. She pulled away from him, the fake smile already morphed into an ugly frown that seemed to crack her face in two.

2D chuckled nervously, "Hey Russel, um... how's Noodes? 'S she out of her room yet?"

"No she ain't." He said, staring darkly at the singer.

"Oh, so–"

"Oh ma gosh! Is that that little Chinese girl? She's so cute!" Stella gushed.

"She's Japanese." Russel was almost shaking.

2D noticed, "um Stella, rememba my room? Yeh wanna take a look?" He turned her around and walked her towards the door. His head buzzed with Stella's comments.

"But Stuey!" She whined. "I haven't finished talkin' to Wussel!"

2D rushed her away.

Russel stood fuming.

"Oooo..." Murdoc said slipping into the room, licking his lips with his long forked tongue, "She's better than I remember." He smiled mischievously before his head disappeared into the fridge.

"Muds...?" Russel said.

"Yes Russel?" His head reappeared, his face questioning with fake innocence.

Russel paused. "Fuck off."

"Oh please, Stella! 'Is is Zombie Killers: Evil Undead 2 it's a classic!" But the blonde woman frowned, examining her nails, pouting sourly at the thin blue haired man, "I'll cuddle yeh if yeh get scared," he cooed, sliding a long lanky arm around her waist and scooting closer to her on the shabby sofa. "But Stuey! You know what I'm like wiv them horror movies you watch! I 'ate 'em! Full of nonsense an' all!" She crowed in her sharp cockney accent.

"I think they're great," Noodle said frostily as she slunk into the living room dressed in a tight white vest top and red shorts, her words showering the couple like ice. "Oh, h..hey Noodle," 2D grinned sheepishly, "You better now?" She ignored him.

"The thing is, Stella," she spat her name with extra venom, "Kong is basically one giant zombie pit. These films aren't 'full of nonsense' for us." She sat down on 2D's other side, "I'll watch with you, Stuart," she said smiling falsely. He winced; he hated her using his real name, she saved it for when she was really angry.

The blonde woman fidgeted uncomfortably; the Chinese, no, Japanese girl was had changed a lot in two years, she was almost... attractive; slightly unnerved she snuggled closer to the singer. "Well, I guess they're not that bad..." she said, scowling at Noodle over 2D's shoulder. 

"Frowning like that will only give you more wrinkles, Stella." The guitarist retorted, looking back to the opening credits of the zombie movie, turning on the full force of her innocent anime face.

"Did you 'ear what she said?!" Stella shrieked, "I'm not at all wrinkly am I Stu? Stu! Stuey! Are you listening to me?" she whined, pouting again like a spoilt child. "Mmmh...what? Oh sorry love, 'S jus' watchin' the film," he said, his eyes flickering back from Noodles shimmering emerald eyes. "I'm not wrinkly at all!" she huffed; 2D waved a hand at her, "shhh... it's startin'!."

The dark room was filled with blood curdling screams and white flashing light. Noodle sunk into the couch; hands hugging her knees and her bright eyes peering over to the TV. Her gaze flickered towards the other two. 2D looked wonderfully ghostly next to the Stella; a completely mismatched couple with her plastic and artificial face and the make-up caked on thickly. She wasn't even watching the film, Noodle noticed.

2D on the other hand was watching with all the avid concentration he could muster. He knew the shoddy plot back to front but still gasped at all the right moments. His eyes shone like black holes as he watched the gruesome scenes, sucking in the light of the TV. He looked as if he should be in the film.

Or in the graveyard out the back, Noodle thought.

She fought her giggles as he gasped at a wonderfully gory bit, making Stella squirm into his shoulder, screaming slightly. But it faded when she realised he was doing their thing with Stella instead. He would never do that for anyone but me! She thought, her eyes brimming with sadness. He's so much older and more experienced and he doesn't even want me, why else would he do that for her right in front of me? Would it even matter if I told him about Stella and Murdoc? Would he even believe me? I guess there's no way back now.

2D sighed inwardly, she must hate me; she's not even smiling at my shocked bits. It always works when I pretend...

Stella still had her vice like grip clamped around his waist. It was starting to get annoying. 2D glanced back to Noodle's sad, sad eyes.

Have I made the right decision? He wondered.

But she's just so young and Russel would kill me and she hates me... I guess there's no way back now.